Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Having eaten vegetarian food every day for some time, Duan Zhengchun was so bored that his mouth felt like it was going to explode. Looking at the sizzling pheasant, Duan Zhengchun kept swallowing his saliva. He hadn't had any meat for several days, and he never expected that there would be wild game on this mountain!

Before long, the pheasant was finally cooked. Duan Zhengchun tore off the pheasant's tail and stuffed it into his mouth, instantly revealing an expression of immense enjoyment.

After a hearty meal, Duan Zhengchun extinguished the campfire, crossed the mountain peak, returned to the thatched hut, hid the two chicken legs under the straw mat, and drifted off to sleep contentedly. However, he was awakened several times during the night by the pain and itching on his face.

The next day at noon, Lin Zhiyuan, as usual, brought food to Chaomu Cliff. However, as soon as he arrived at the door of the thatched hut, he found that Duan Zhengchun was still curled up on the straw mat in broad daylight and had a piece of cloth wrapped around his head.

"Senior Brother Yin, what... what's wrong with you?"

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand without turning his head and said, "It's nothing serious. I was sleepwalking last night and almost fell off a cliff. I scraped my face."

As he spoke these words, his face had already turned bright red. If people knew what had happened last night, he would not only be punished according to the sect rules, but the entire sect would probably laugh his head off.

He hadn't expected that the bees that attacked him were highly venomous; if it weren't for his profound internal strength, he would have been in serious trouble.

"Oh, then you'd better be careful, senior brother. Should I go back and tell Master to have his family come and check on things?"

"No! Absolutely not! If word gets out, wouldn't that embarrass Master?! Just pretend you know nothing, and don't mention a single word about it when you get back!"

"Oh, okay, then be careful. The food has been delivered, so eat it quickly before it gets cold."

"Just leave it there. If there's nothing else, go back. I need to practice my skills later and don't want to be disturbed."

“Starting tomorrow, the meal delivery time will be changed to early morning every day. I need to practice my skills every night, so I can’t wait until noon.”

Lin Zhiyuan agreed, glanced suspiciously at Duan Zhengchun who refused to show his face, and then turned and left.

After the footsteps faded into the distance, Duan Zhengchun tentatively got up from the straw mat. Once he was sure Lin Zhiyuan was gone, he reached out and removed the cloth covering his face.

At this moment, his face was covered with several large, red, and swollen bumps, and his mouth and eyes were crooked, making him look extremely ugly.

He glanced at the food box beside him, but couldn't muster any appetite. He shook his head helplessly, then sat cross-legged and began to circulate his innate true energy to expel the bee venom.

Another day passed, and Lin Zhiyuan arrived at Chaomu Cliff early in the morning with a food box. As soon as he arrived, he saw Duan Zhengchun practicing his sword.

Looking at Duan Zhengchun's extraordinary skills, Lin Zhiyuan felt envious, and his admiration for him grew deeper and deeper.

Before Yin Zhiping went to the northern desert, Lin Zhiyuan had always been Yin Zhiping's follower.

"Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Lin."

After finishing his training, Duan Zhengchun came to the thatched hut with a smile and gave Lin Zhiyuan a forced smile.

After yesterday's internal energy cultivation to heal the poison, his appearance has returned to normal, and all the large bumps on his face have disappeared. This is all thanks to the fact that he has cultivated the Innate Skill to the fifth level, which makes him immune to all poisons.

"Senior brother is joking. It's all part of my job. Wipe your sweat."

As Lin Zhiyuan spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Duan Zhengchun.

Seeing his sensible junior brother, Duan Zhengchun smiled and his goodwill towards Lin Zhiyuan increased considerably.

"You didn't say anything to your master when you went back yesterday, did you?"

While wiping his sweat, Duan Zhengchun asked a question that seemed to be unintentional.

"No, I only told Master that my senior brother practices martial arts diligently on Chaomu Cliff every day, forgetting to eat and sleep, and never stopping."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and immediately replied.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days. I will never forget your kindness."

Duan Zhengchun nodded in satisfaction and gave Lin Zhiyuan a careful look.

Lin Zhiyuan spoke politely, but his face was beaming with joy.

All of Qiu Chuji's disciples knew that Yin Zhiping would eventually become the successor to the sect leader, and if they could maintain a good relationship with the future sect leader, they would naturally reap many benefits in the future.

But Lin Zhiyuan was different from others. He was an honest and upright person. Whoever was good to him, he would do his best to be good to them.

After casually eating a few bites of food, Duan Zhengchun asked Lin Zhiyuan to leave the food behind, then took the empty food box and went down the mountain. He then packed up the leftovers from yesterday and leaped up the mountain peak.

Since he had hunted a pheasant in the mountains the day before yesterday, he no longer intended to eat the simple meals served in the sect. He found a place to scatter the leftovers in the grass, made a simple trap with some branches, and headed straight for the Ancient Tomb Sect.

When Duan Zhengchun arrived at the bushes where he had previously hidden, he was pleasantly surprised to find a woman collecting honey in the locust grove!

The girl in white was pale, looking sickly. Under the sunlight, she had no color in her skin, but this only made her appear more elegant and refined, incomparably beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven, stunningly beautiful.

Upon seeing the white-clad girl, Duan Zhengchun felt a warm current surge within his dantian, and his mouth became dry.

He never imagined that he would one day fall for a callow, immature young girl. Normally, he would only be attracted to charming and alluring women.

He could only attribute this change to the fact that he now possessed a body that was more than twenty years younger.

Moreover, he was surprised to find that this woman was almost identical in figure and clothing to the white-clad woman dancing with a sword that he had seen in his dream!

"Is she the Little Dragon Girl? The old Taoist was right, this woman is indeed as beautiful as a celestial being!"

Duan Zhengchun swallowed hard as he watched the girl in white using her bee-controlling technique to collect honey in the locust grove, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Looking at the bees fluttering around the girl in white, Duan Zhengchun suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized something as if he had been struck by lightning!

He actually gleaned the profound meaning of the First Sword of the East from the fluttering of those bees! He became completely immersed in it, unable to extricate himself!

However, at that moment, the old woman who had appeared late that night slowly walked into the locust grove, came to the side of the girl in white, and said softly, "Young lady, in my opinion, the one who stole honey from this locust grove the other day must have been that stinking Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect!"

“Back then, our two founders established a rule that although the Ancient Tomb Sect and the Quanzhen Sect both live on Zhongnan Mountain, they must never disturb each other. For many years, we have kept to ourselves and never had any contact!”

"It seems they broke the rules first. If I find out which stinking Taoist priest dared to steal the honey, I'll skin him alive!"

The girl in white remained expressionless and said coldly, "We cannot make judgments without seeing the person. Whoever that person is, we should be more cautious in the future. Besides, he should already be poisoned by bees."

Old Ou immediately nodded and laughed, "That's right, he must have been poisoned by bees. If he doesn't take the antidote within seven days, he will surely die. He only has himself to blame!"

The girl in white said nothing more, her face remaining expressionless from beginning to end. It was as if nothing and no one in this world mattered to her; she was as cold and aloof as a block of ice, untouched by worldly affairs.

On the other side, Duan Zhengchun, who was immersed in the profound meaning of swordsmanship, inadvertently made a slight noise, which attracted the white-clad girl and the old man to look over at the same time.

"Who?!"

Old Ou shouted and immediately took two steps forward, blocking the white-clad girl as if facing a formidable enemy.

Duan Zhengchun snapped out of his daze, glanced at the master and servant, and immediately squatted down in the grass to turn his Taoist robe inside out, tying it like an ordinary martial arts practitioner's attire. Then he slowly stood up.

Although he was immersed in the profound meaning of swordsmanship, he still overheard the conversation between the master and servant, and knew that the other party seemed to have no good feelings towards the Quanzhen Sect.

"Who are you?!"

Old Ou saw that the person hiding in the bushes was a man and immediately questioned him sternly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled lightly, leaped up, and swooped down, landing on the top of a locust tree, deliberately keeping a distance from the bees.

The girl in white coldly stared at Duan Zhengchun, who stood atop the treetop, her face ashen and undisturbed.

"My surname is Duan, and my given name is Feng, the Feng of dashing and debonair."

"May I know your name, young lady?"

Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a salute, ignoring the hostile old woman, and greeted the girl in white with a smile.

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